Soundless Book Novels & Stories

Silence hung heavy in the room. Lost in her thoughts, Elaine barely caught Jasper's reply. "Haven't you known this for a while? How many times must I say it for you to get it?" His tone was even, devoid of any emotion. He caressed her cheek tenderly and called her by her pet name. "Ellie, I truly have no feelings left for you. "Not even a shred of guilt, you know?"

I tried to focus on the sound of pages instead of the sound of his breathing. The books lay open before me on the polished table, their white pages catching the last strands of evening light filtering through the window. My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped through them, searching for a place to start, though the words blurred in front of me. Every small movement felt amplified in the quiet, the slide of my chair, the rustle of paper, even the faint hitch in my breath. Damian hadn’t said anything since he told me to begin.

My feet seem to move by themselves and before I knew it, I was standing behind her. Scanning over the contents on the pages I felt my body react. Clearing my throat, I look away and she jumps in response, a soft shriek escaping her lips. "Atlas." "Sensei!" Her face goes blank and she snapped the book shut. The cover catches my eye and I smile as realization sets in. "So that's what you read in school, Ms. Winters?" She glares at me before looking away.

And for just a moment—the flood stopped. The pages of the giant book curled backward like flapping wings. The bloody image of Camela on the first page screamed as its face split open into a thousand cracks. The whispers grew louder than ever before—desperate and furious this time: “You chose silence. Then silence shall be your fate.” Every book in the library slammed shut simultaneously with a sound that thundered like bones breaking apart. And then—darkness. A total, smothering, and overwhelming silence enveloped them both.

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

I just don't know if I could do much about it. **************************** SOMEWHERE A knock resounded through the room and he waited as he always did, flipping through the pages of his journal. it was one of the ways he told everyone he was in charge and he planned to stay that way. He finally closed the book after a few minutes leaned back in his seat, his face devoid of any emotion. " Come in. " He said. He also had a habit of keeping his words as minimal as he could. That way he could keep everyone guessing and on their toes.

I whispered, the word barely audible even to me. Suddenly, the noise stopped. The silence that followed was even more violent than the sound. It was heavy, laden with the weight of what had just happened. I held my breath, my lungs burning, waiting for a sign that he had heard me. Creak. The floorboard on the other side of the door groaned. A shadow cut across the sliver of light at the bottom of his frame. Before I could turn to run, the door swung open.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Book 2: The Architecture of Light [The Geometry of Silence] The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless, artificial ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper aimed; it was the dead air on a comms line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the stead